Description: This petite short man is perpetually holding a tea of some kind. He likes to wear violet tank tops with blue pants, marred by teas. His auburn hair is well kept and his bushy mustache is tapered upwards at the ends. His hazel eyes are slightly larger than normal.

Personality: He is fixated on the number 65. He counts his steps and bites of food to keep in track with it. He seems to be used to being ignored and not questioned about it. His temper goes off on the smallest of things. He tends to lash out at those around him.

History: Heian lived on a farm with his mother, near the main road leading to a nearby town. When Heian reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He was betrayed by a partner and left for dead, teaching him a humbling lesson in trusting others.

Motivation: Doesn't want to be a Weaver and was forced into it by his family; and regain custody of his daughter

Flaws: Ugly, Insane, Antagonistic. Bonds: Family, Military. Occupation: Weaver

Voice: Speaks with squeezed throat

Possessions: 2000 gp. Aquamarine (400 gp). Rich purple corundum (1200 gp). Rose (30 gp). Chalcedony (30 gp). Red spinel (90 gp). 1 Medium magic item.

Description: He is scrawny and has patchy auburn stubble. He is wearing a long, brown cloak. He has a hunchback. He wears his auburn hair up in a very large beehive style do. His eyes are violet and he is always smoking a pipe.

Personality: He is not truly malevolent, but he is obsessed with poetry. He constantly tries to fill his life with poetry. He is skeptical of what others tell him and is slow to trust.

History: His history is one of pain. He was disowned by both parents and raised among the slaves his parents kept. He has had some formal poetry training, and achieved minor success. He used his abilities to travel the world and help people.

Motivation: To fight the greatest warriors and to fight in the greatest battles ever; and he is currently in port desperately looking for someone to get him out

Ideals: Artistic, Philantrophist, Fighting. Flaws: Ugly, Shy. Bonds: Slave. Occupation: Dyer

Voice: Switch between two voices

Possessions: 1000 gp. Moonstone (80 gp). Bloodstone (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). Emerald (1400 gp). Star rose quartz (80 gp). Fire opal (1400 gp). Silver pearl (40 gp). Sard (80 gp). Tiger eye turquoise (16 gp). 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item. 1 Minor magic item.

Description: Standing 4'9", this man wears an entirely pastel suit with tan socks and a vest with buckled shoes. His red hair is singed and shortened. Judging by the bloodshot nature of his eyes and the massive bags underneath them one would imagine he has not slept for days.

Personality: He trusts no one. He is not readily capable for forgiveness and his ire never leaves him. His brief stint in the army gave him the idea he was invincible and that he is the toughest man alive.

History: He was raised in a desert tribe. When Dreali reached his early adolescence his Elf mother passed away. Feeling disconnected from the small nearby village afterwards, he decided to travel. His rounds led him into the Army with a few individuals who would become his life-long companions. He hasn't been sleeping well lately.

Motivation: To get a good night's sleep; and he wants nothing more than to rejoin the army

Flaws: Ugly, Insomniac, Antagonistic. Bonds: Military, Nature. Occupation: Apothecary

Voice: Spanish accent

Possessions: 3000 gp. Hematite (9 gp). Blue star sapphire (1000 gp). Rose (20 gp). Rose (20 gp). Golden pearl (50 gp). Sardonyx (20 gp). Sard (20 gp). Aquamarine (1000 gp). Zircon (20 gp). Emerald (1000 gp). Deep blue spinel (1000 gp).